Some may remember a post I submitted on my name day in January ("A warm smile on my face"), about a couple on a HD which came and sat near me in a deserted seaside cafe/canteen ... and then totally ignored me.

Here's an excerpt (and a link to the whole story) from that post, just for reference purposes.

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Disclaimer: This is not an HD bash. To me, a bike is a bike is a bike. This is solely an expression of pride.
Ok, since today is my name day (St. Athanasius) and since the weather was perfect, I decided to leave work at around 3 p.m. and take a ride down the coastal road near where I live. I stopped of at a canteen/cafe on the side of the road overlooking a small cliff onto the Meditteranean.
I was gazing across the sea, looking south - southeast in the direction of Egypt and Israel when it hit me!
I now know where I will be headed in the winter months next year. I'll just do what the birds do and head south to Egypt, Israel and perhaps Lebanon.
Although not intentional, I have misled everyone as none of the above were the reason for this post.

While I was sitting there alone, drinking my umpteenth coffee for the day, I heard the rumble of what could only be a HD. It rolled up and parked next to my SM.
A couple got off the bike and strolled in and sat two tables away from where I was.
I looked at them, hoping to just say hello and was just totally ignored.
It may have been the extra split-second I took to look at the lady who was quite stunning, but I felt that this cold behaviour was uncalled for.
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Link to original story.


Well, today I took my good ladies (the Speedy being one of them, in case I have misled anyone) for a ride to the seaside resort of Porto Rafti, located around 40 km's down the road from where I live.
Other than that it was a beautiful day, the purpose of our going there was to check out and go for a ride on a good friend's new speedboat.

Whenever I ride into a seaside resort/village, I always tend to ride to the end of the inevitable strip of restaurants/cafes, checking them out and then returning to the one of my/our choice.
Today was no exception and as we were nearing the end of the strip I thought I recognized a familiar shape parked outside a cafe.
Could it be true? I couldn't believe my eyes!
As we got closer I was amazed to see it was a black/silver Triumph America (in fact a "Bonneville" America, so I guess that would have made it a 2002 model).

Why "amazed" you may ask yourselves ...
Well, what is probably not known by the members on this site, is that I own the only Speedmaster I have ever seen in Greece.
I have only ever seen one America (blue) on the road and that was around 4 years ago.

As you will probably have guessed, the choice of cafe was already made for us.

I parked the Speedy next to the America and went into the cafe thinking "finally ... a brother!".
I saw what looked like the owner (a guy in his mid-50's) sitting at a table near the entrance.
I approached his table, looked at him, nodded ... and got NOTHING!
I thought to myself "Jeez ... his other bike is probably a ... (well, you know what I mean)".
We sat at a table nearby (I was fuming) and I couldn't help thinking that perhaps this guy wasn't the America's owner.
I mean, he had seen me parking my bike and one would think he would at least acknowledge ... something!
Around 30 minutes later he got up, got on his bike, had a good look at mine and was on his way.
Picture this ... he was wearing short pants, fingerless gloves (I can't remember the correct term in English for these gloves) , a Dainese vest and a Momo helmet.
For those who don't know, both Dainese and Momo are considered "designer" products (Italian) in Europe.

Were his shoe laces too tight? Had his wife given him a bad time? Was he constipated?
Who knows?

What a disappointment.


Below is a picture of the two bikes. Who knows, perhaps it will take a long time before I can capture two beauties together again (in Greece).
I didn't take a picture of the guy, firstly so as not to possibly offend him (who cares?) and secondly I just couldn't be bothered (although perhaps I should have because he looked pretty hillarious).



Bedouin. Blessed are those eyes that have seen more roads than any man! (Homer).